Sunday, September 30, 2012

Sunday, Puppy Sunday: Mochi is back!

Woke up this morning and followed the pups into the kitchen where Mochi proceeded to do the kibble dance. She bounced and twisted excitedly as only a little fur tube can do, then she tucked into her bowl with undiluted pleasure. I think she's feeling no pain now. :)

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Saturday, September 29, 2012

A good start to a much-neede vacation.

I will not belabor the point, but Friday at work was monumentally bad. The past week and a half have seen some of the most high-pressure conversations I've encountered in many years. I actually cried after one call. It was depressing. So, enough about that. Someone remind me why I needed a vacation?

Day 1 of vacation was wonderful. I slept fitfully last night because Mochi was awake and I was aware of it and worried that she was hurting. I finally drifted well off to sleep about 5 or 6, and slept blissfully until 10:52. I got up and studied Macroeconomics for a few hours, during which Himself gallantly took Praline and Chuy for nail trims. Then we went into town for Chinese food and errands. Bought some supplies for Blogorado (Topo Chico, anyone?) and got stuff to make some cakes. I'm sending 2 cakes out priority mail from the 24 hour postal facility at the DFW airport Sunday morning. One to a vendor and one to a dispatcher, all really good guys who make things go well for my customers, and that had to be recognized. Then I'll be able to fully relax. I'm also taking a couple of my cakes to Blogorado, as well.
Also, got supplies for a something I'm making to blow up at Blogorado. Pictures and details will follow. Suffice to say it will be rather strange, but will hopefully delight as much as befuddle.

I have a cake in the oven and I'm going to get up to antics with chicken wire now. I hope I win-- that mess is scratchy!!!


Friday, September 28, 2012

Mochi is out of surgery and resting.

She is so subdued. I'll be glad when she gets her frisk back, but for now it's good just to have her home. <3

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Miss Mochi is getting noodered today. :(

I'm nervous, even though I know she'll be alright.

She doesn't like the vet's office.  The funny thing was that when she was very young and in those less-than-cozy homes, she was pretty matter-of-fact about being taken away to the vet.  In fact, at her previous place, her owners let me take her and her sibling to the vet for their first shots and all that, because they were actually overdue.  She wasn't stressed out about these strange people (me, Himself and aepilot_jim) taking her and her brother to the vet-- it was just another day in paradise.  These days, though, she is part of a loving and fun-loving pack, and she is actively abhorrent of being anywhere away from Chuy and Praline, and they take a dim view of her being parted from them, too.  Mochi will whimper pathetically, which will strum my heart strings in a most violent manner. *le sigh*   When administering shots, my vet squirts shaving cheese (what Himself calls cans of squirty cheese) on the table, and Mochi doesn't fall for that these days-- she will not be distracted when she knows they are up to no good.  At least she'll be back by the end of the day.

Speaking of heart strings, did you know there are actually stringy things in your heart???  I did not, but I learned that recenty in anatomy class.  They are called chordae tendinae and they are anchored to the base of each ventricle by papillary muscles and they attach to the tricuspid and bicuspid valves at the headward end of the right and left ventricles of the heart.  Isn't that interesting?  You're full of fascinating stuff!

Anyway, mine are thrumming right now.  Off to the vet will Little Bit.  Will give an update this afternoon. 

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Hot dogs.

Here at Chez Phlegm, I take as given that whatever I do, one or more pups will insist upon being close at hand, but at no time moreso than when I sleep. With the arrival of Mochi, now every night is a three dog night. If I lived in a cooler clime, this would be a feature. As it is, the temp yesterday was about 97. It stormed last night and the pups snuggled in tight and for dear life. I sleep on my right side. Praline insists upon curling up against my shins. She wants to be under the covers, but she likes having a peep space so she can watch in case she needs to spring into action to defend the pack, what with her running the universe, and all. Chuy is an inveterate burrower. He snuggles up as close to my back as he can. Sometimes he'll be farther Under the covers when I wake up, but I suspect he wants to be nearby in case of any petting opportunities. Mochi is more freestyle and she moves around in her sleep quite a bit. Sometimes I wake up and she is beside me on the pillow on her back. She then looks at me very matter of factly and waits for tummy rubbins. She is always ready to SPRING into her day. I know some of that is just the puppyhood talking, but I truly hope she never loses that energy. :)

So, anyhoo, they make me too hot at night. But it's a good hot. I think I'll keep them. :)

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Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Kilted to Kick Cancer

In this age of awareness ribbons and the like, it seems we've been for years awash in a sea of pink so it's easy to get issue-fatigue, but a bunch of my friends actively participate in a very worthy cause in conjunction with the Prostate Cancer Foundation, and I think it could use a little more attention.

As a manner of enticement, the participants are shamelessly offering to do outlandish things if they come out on the top of the contributions pile.   Among other things, Evyl_Robot's comely wife Jennifer has promised PVC Catsuit antics.  ROWR!   Ambulance Driver vowed to shave off half his moustache for the entirety of Blogorado.  JayG has-- I believe-- vowed to remove the entirety of his moustache.  All are noble vows, no doubt.  However, to my view, Stingray really trumps them here.

The big, bulging bonus for the rest of us is that these guys get kitted up in kilts for the month of September.  I'm calling this a monster win.  These guys look hands-down dashing in their kilts, even the Sicilian.

You can contribute to KTKC campaign by doing the clicky-clicky on the names of any (or all) of these guys.  Seriously, I don't often flog a cause to any degree, but this one is worthy.  All credit to the breast cancer awareness and all that, but guys are people too, and prostate cancer is something you don't want touching yours or the innards of anyone you love.  Srsly.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

wot? this thing is on?

Amazingly, Blogger has decided to let me do a post tonight.

Or not. 

I'm almost afraid to invest time in composing (or composting) a post because it may be for naught.


What is up with the world right now? I've seen some of the nastiest behaviour, lately.  Damned unpleasant.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

This is getting really old.

I've tried several times to log in to blogger recently on both my PCs and on my Mac. Blogger apparently doesn't want me in on the old PC either on IE or on Firefox. Can't get in on the newer PC on IE or on google chrome, and I can't get in on Safari on my Mac. Maybe it's my wireless connection in my house, but this is getting stale. Srsly.

Anyone have any thoughts on what the problem might be?

In other news, to my elation, I made a 74 on my A&P II exam. I feared I might have scored below 50%, so 74 suits me just fine. I had an uncharacteristically high degree of test anxiety that time, and I'm sure I made it all harder than it actually was. OTOH, I have my first big test in Macroeconomics this week, and I'm filled with trepidation. Maybe it'll be okay anyway. Que sera, sera, and all that crap.

In even better news, my Vacay starts Saturday. I booked for 8 days off, but I think I'll go ahead and take the other two and make s full two weeks if it. I'm tired. So tired.

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Sunday, puppy Sunday: pup pile on movie night

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Friday, September 21, 2012

more ethereal adorableness from Grimes


Grimes is on heavy rotation on my iPod of late.  There are elements of what I loved about early 4AD stable acts like Cocteau Twins and This Mortal Coil.  And then there's my always and forever love of electronica.   This would be great for listening to on a cool (not cold) night driving through the desert with the top down.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Blogiversary. Or not!

I don't normally mention my blogiversary, but it's been 10 years today.  Much in my life has changed, but I still love blogging. :)

I've met a lot of incredible people and made some of the best friends of my life, so I'm really pleased someone on Blogger invited me to play their reindeer games.  :)

*****  woke up and thought wait!  WAS it September 20?  No.  Was September 16.  See?  I normally don't mention it, and I still don't mention it on the date.  Meh.   I think the usual thing would be to have some sort of taking-stock post and all, but I have too many irons in the fire right now and I'm not sure I'm fit to assess where I am, where I've been, where I'm going.  But the sentiment is the same: I'm glad to be a part of the community of bloggists, and I love the tribe of which I'm a member, many of whom are bloggers. 

Here's to more years of the same. :)

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

The hardest prat.

The waiting?

Definitely the multiple choice was the hardest part.  Kind of biting my nails here.  I have no sense of how I did on the test. 

In a world as disappointing as this one can be, I'm just glad that we've liberated lucite heels from the sole domain of the brass pole so girls like me, can, ya know, wear lucite heels.  Makes as much sense as anything else, I suppose.

More later.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Phoning it in and failing.

I've tried to post several times lately from my iPhone, and either iPhone or the blogger app is being persnickety, and my vote is they both are.

The pain has finally eased up from the orthodontics, and for the past few days, I've not had to wax the brackets, so that is a huge improvement.  The tough thing, though, is it's really like I lost a week and my studies have suffered.  Tuesday morning is my first big test in  A&P II and I'm as nervous as can be. I feel I could (and should) feel more prepared.  I'll be glad when this segment of the course is behind me.  Then again, if this stuff were easy, then we'd have people for doctors and nurses who we really wouldn't want involved in our healthcare, right?  Sort of like the gubmint.

But I digress...

Puppy post never got up Sunday despite my efforts, so here is gratuitous photo of sacked-out puppies Monday while mommy worked.  Their lives are so hard.  One feels sorry for them.  Oh, how they suffer!  :)

I love seeing how happy their little lives are.  Chuy just wants to cuddle and be petted. Praline wants a toy overwhich to obsess, and Little Bit just larks about having SO MUCH FUN!  It's good to be a puppy. :)

Fingers crossed on my exam later this morning.  Will try to post an update. 

Saturday, September 15, 2012


I definitely have my own mode of dress, but I apparently can't hide my gypsy soul.   I went to the bellydance thing last month not having been to bellydance class in, oh, a year or two.  The day was humid and my mane was large and poofed up like a cat about to pounce. I wore white top with some white beading and a black skirt, but it was fairly low-key.  I'll own that my sandals were kind of spangly.  I am also not the classical dancer physique, you must know, so I wouldn't expect anyone to look at me and assume I'm a dancer in any context.   I walked into the event and went to the table at the entrance to purchase my ticket and the lady at the table asked me "are you here to perform?"

Seriously?  I quickly looked up and searched her face for tongue-in-cheekery.  Yes,  she was serious. 


I have taken the bellydance classes not thinking anyone would want to see me dancing, but entirely for my own diversion.  I've never really considered dancing in public, even.  Doing this is for me like wearing nice underthings-- no one else has to know I do it (which is why I'm blabbing it here, right?), but _I_ know and I can take pleasure in it. 

Anyway, I'm having fun with it and I'm going to keep attending class and enjoying myself, whether anyone knows it or not.  But I may not be able to resist blabbing it here.  And maybe I will be dragged kicking and screaming to perform with the group somewhere.  Or maybe not.

Friday, September 14, 2012

On why I need this surgery

The pain of the last several days has been sobering, and I keep telling myself that in the long run, this is worth it.  Today is the first day I've awakened NOT in major pain, so I'm glad the soreness from the braces and spacers is abating.  Something the lovely gentleman Buck said in my comments Tuesday was something on which I want to elaborate.  He said:

I'm gonna pull (heh) a Clinton and "feel yore pain," Phlegmmy, mainly coz I had five teeth removed (eight if you count the bridge in my lower jaw that went, as well) this past Thursday. The ONLY good (?) part of this experience is the provisioning of superior drugs, which are a mixed blessing, at best.
I'll also preach to the choir: the end result is worth it. I don't have many regrets in life, but one of my biggest is opting OUT of braces about 30 years ago... which bad decision is costing me dearly now. But we shall soon have a mouth full of shiny new implants once the ordeal is over.

In addition to the arthritic joints where my mandible meets my skull, I'm having the surgery ultimately to prevent the loss of my teeth.  My teeth only touch at the back molar on each side.  You don't think about how you chew because 99% of you have teeth that meet all the way around, and you don't even realize the force of your bite is evenly distributed therein.  The front of your teeth most likely meet in a scissor-like fashion and you can cut with your teeth and can cut and chew things like meat with your front and middle teeth, and not just the back.  My only option is to find purchase with misaligned fangs and to sort of tear it and then let my back teeth do whatever they can to grind food.  This means my jaw works in a circular fashion rather than up and down as it should have been, and this is how all the force of my bite comes down on my back teeth, and they are beginning to crack. 

If I can bear the discomfort of braces for now through the spring and go through the beastly month or so after the surgery, then the rest of my life with my teeth will be vastly improved from the pain, procedures and implants or dentures I will certainly experience if I don't go forward now.  Considered against the backdrop of improving my health and not compromising myself financially in later years, this seems the only sensible course. 
That said, I'll be mighty mighty glad to have done with it.  But I'm glad it hurts less.  If this week has been any indication, I don't do well with dental pain.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Dead Can Dance set to the sad, strange vision of Mylene Farmer

Mylene Farmer is a Canadian pop star who can best be likened to the French version of Madonna.  She's tremendously popular in French-speaking countries, but I don't know of any of her work having been in English.   This is her video to a pop song, but the setting of Dead Can Dance's hauting Persephone seems more fitting.

When you think about it, it's not really sporting unless the bull has an equal chance of dining on the Toreador's testicles that night, is it?

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

I've grown accustomed to your farce.

Other folks have said it better than I can, muddled as I am at the moment.  I expect nothing will come of this, rudderless as we are.  I can't believe anyone with a straight face could possibly consider reelecting a spineless twit.  *angst*

spacing out.

Not a great photo, but hopefully you can get an idea of the 8 spacers on various molars right now. They are the shiny brassy looking wires on either side of the penultimate molar on each side.  These are meant to spread my teeth apart so a metal band can be mounted on the tooth for positioning of the sliced-up mandible bits later on.   The braces are painful much in the way the first set of braces were, but these wires are torture devices.  I understand they are a necessary evil, but they are pure-dee evil. 

Felt a little better today, but not great.  Hopefully, though, I'll feel much better when I wake up in the morning.  In any case, this is not going to turn into a me-whining-about-dental-pain blog.

Have a great Wednesday.

9:30 AM update: 
I slept better last night and was able to sleep late since I have to work at 10:00 AM.  The cough syrup numbed the pain enough for me to go to sleep for most of the night.  The brackets are more pokey than I remember, so I'm going to have to wax some irksome spots before I spend the workday on the phones.  I'll probably make and receive in the range of 100 calls today, so I won't spare the wax horses.  If I recall correctly, last time, I only really had to wax the braces at the beginning and I seem to recall that the skin inside your mouth becomes tougher and more inured to the pokey-outy bits.

Soft foods for me right now.  This is the first time in my life I've been in so much pain that I have almost no appetite-- probably a good thing in a way-- but I don't foresee eating anything but soft stuff for the near future.  Yesterday I had some oatmeal and a couple of meal-in-a-can type things, and a bit of canned chili.  Yes, canned chili. It has come to this.  It actually wasn't bad, though, and it felt nice to eat something with protein.  I predict there's a lot more canned chili in my future. 

I toughed it out and worked through the end of my shift yesterday.  I'm actually proud of myself for this, because I was very tempted to ask the bossman to cut me loose. Still, I had customers to attend and much of that distracted me from the pain.  For the most part, my speech is not greatly impacted, with my S sounds slightly more sibilant being the most pronounced effect.  No one reported difficulty in understanding me.  I also hied my arse in to bellydancing practice, so I got in a little exercise, too, and for a bit I was laughing with the ladies.  It's amazing how therapeutic that can be, isn't it? 
My front teeth are sorest at this point, and that is a huge improvement, because I thought those molars were never going to settle down and stop screaming.  This sucks, but it's for the cause-- please don't think for one minute I'd put myself through anything like this for cosmetic reasons. More on that very soon.  Tonight I'm procuring a WaterPik-- even when they are clean, I feel like there's crap lodged up in there.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

To sleep, perchance to hurt less.

Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch.

The pain level of this braces installation vastly outpaces the cumulative pain of the entire previous braces experience. 

My mouth is not huge and my teeth are a tight fit, so there's little room for extra the orthodontic appliance. I have worn retainers at night religiously since I had my braces off in 2005 or so. The surgeon needs bands with rings on the next to last molar on the top and bottom on each side so that these may be used during surgery for repositioning the sections of my mandible to fit together properly.  The orthodontist had to create space for the bands to go around the teeth, but my teeth are so snug there I can barely fit the dental floss through.  A wire was inserted near the base between two teeth, wrapped up arund the top of the crevice between the two, twisted and tightened then snipped short to create tension to scooch the teeth on either side away from those molars.  The orthodontist said it would not be painful, but that I would feel some pressure and maybe discomfort for a few minutes and then it would ease up.  This has built gradually into a staggering amount of pain, perhaps the worst of my life. (yeah, I know-- I've had it fairly easy!)  Have you ever had something stuck between two teeth -- maybe a popcorn hull or somesuch-- that is unyielding and impossible to extract?  That is what this feels like, times 100.  I've never had a cavity and I clearly owe this to winning the oral enzyme lottery in part, but also because I can't stand to have crap between my teeth so I will floss thoroughly.  I hate to go to sleep with dirty teeth.  So the effect of teeth being prised apart with the wires coupled by the general sensation that my teeth are so dirty that I could grow potatoes on them has made for the sense that my mouth is having a bottom-of-the-birdcage atmosphere which to me is crazy-making.

I was so keyed up on Sunday night I barely slept, and I'm so exhausted.  I thought of drinking something to knock me out, but I feared it would not suffice to dull the pain, so *lightbulb!* I took a swig from the bottle of hydrocodone cough syrup and-- sweet relief-- I am finally drowsy (and numb) enough to hit the sack. 

This is as nothing compared to the horrors of the surgery I'll undergo, and I'll spare you most of the details.  Suffice to say it's grisly (and gristly) and not for the faint of heart.  I'm amazed at the sheer nerve of doctors who figured out to do this and what it would take.  My face will likely be bruised from around my eyes to the base of my neck.  I will be drinking mushy or liquid food for 3 weeks. My mouth won't be wired shut, but a resin bite guard thing will be affixed to the upper plate of my teeth to keep it stable as it mends.   I can't be around the pups for at least 3 weeks so that they don't jump into my face and dislodge the freshly mending bone. 

Surgery is set for December 13, two days after finals.
Crap!  I have a lot to get done, but in the mean time, I would not be broken-hearted if I have less of this pain in the meantime, and that without the aid of cough syrup.  Just the same, I'm mighty pleased to have the cough syrup.

Sorry if I'm a little loopy here, but it's because I'm loopy.  I'll try to get a picture of the spacer for you.  Sorry if the photos of my mouth are an over-share, but since the surgery is going to be a big topic for me for a while, I thought you could use the illustration of how my mandible is malformed. 

Monday, September 10, 2012

I was like: :D

They're here!

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Here goes

Yes, this is my mouth fully closed. You can see the open bite which can't be corrected with braces. braces will be on soon. Update to follow.

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Sunday, September 09, 2012

Sunday, Puppy Sunday: ZOOOOOM!!!

Question: What's faster than a zooming chiweenie?
Answer: Nuthin.

Mochi is sashaying about with a sock of which she is very proud.  Her preferred mode of subduing offending articles is to tear around the house with them, stopping occasionally to fling them to the air and watch them fall, no doubt awaiting signs of life.  She does not let the obvious deadness of her playthings stop her from the victory dance, though.  Oh no.  It is very like a killer whale flipping a hapless seal into the air.  I hope she never loses her puppy joy-- she's so exuberant. :)

Sorry about the shaking during the video, but I was laughing so hard. 

Saturday, September 08, 2012

Six hours ago it was 106 degrees.

Then an incredible wind blew in and felt like the harbinger of a chilly autumn. Now it is 63 degrees. Yay!

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Friday, September 07, 2012

Life is this short, short thing.

Innocence and reserve can be wonderful and they have their place, but how many wonderful instants are squandered on the altar of idiotic self-consicousness?

Sweet moments should not be allowed to pass unsung.

Thursday, September 06, 2012

You probably saw this coming, but...

...I'm back in bellydance class, because, you know, I'm  not busy enough with school and work and learning guitar.  It's a wonderful diversion and it's amazing how very relaxing it is.   I went to the beginner class again and had a hoot, and the teacher asked me to drop by the advanced class and watch. I came to that one and she goaded me into participating, so I did.  She kept talking about me and saying "you've done this before" blah blah and so there I was, dancing along with the rest of them.  What fun!  I think I'm going to be going to both classes for the coming future.  :)

Here's another video from my favorite, Sadie, dancing to a famous song, Zeina.  It's funny, but on YouTube a few commenters are critical of Sadie's style in this dance.  I think they're just jealous because she looks so incredibly lovely.  What do you think?  :)

Wednesday, September 05, 2012

On this day in 1946...

...Freddie Mercury was born in Zanzibar.   To my ear, he was one of the finest vocalists of the 20th century.  I can't believe he's been gone 21 years, but I'm glad he left such a varied and exciting catalog of music behind.  This is one of my favorites from Queen:

Tuesday, September 04, 2012

porcelain pistols at teatime? Don't mind if I do.

Kathy Jackson of The Cornered Cat (now in book form, too!) directed me to a Retronaut page with some wild shoes from 1939 she thought I'd find intriguing.  She knew whereof she spoke!

Retronaut is great, actually, and I found these porcelain pistols rendered by an artist whose statements are listed with the photographs.  The artist states:
Its coolness and comfortable grip increase the qualms of the user, leaving him in a quandary between the pleasure of luxury and violence

Uh.  The only qualm I'd have is that this pistol is not actually functional. Plus any pistol I keep handy is there as a measure against violence that would harm myself or the fair person of anyone I hold dear.  And, depending on the company, it's probably not polite to have one's firing iron on the table during meal time, rather like leaving your hat on while eating, etc.  Still, they are very pretty. I'd like a few to hang on my wall.

Monday, September 03, 2012

I am having an idea and I'd like your opinion.

My house is small and the two bedrooms have no(!) closets, which is something I intend to remedy hopefully in the next 6 months or so. Here's what I'm thinking, though-- I was going to cover the closet exteriors in beadboard anyway, but it occurred to me that space is at such a premium that wouldn't it be better to do a cabinet-style closet so as to minimize loss of space to the room?  With a built in style cabinet, The only non-usable space would be the actual breadth of the board enclosing the closet space, as opposed to the 5 or so inches that would be lost to 2"x4" and drywall, etc., on a conventional framed-out closet.   Do any of you lovely readers have experience with this sort of thing? 

Also, considering the expense and energy that will be involved on this, would I be better off to order these custom cabinets from a cabinet maker through Home Depot or something?  I just don't want to go to all this trouble and expense and end up with something that looks shoddy and ethnically engineered.  Ethnic engineering is what I'm trying to overcome here.  I did think that if I make the cabinets myself with the help of hapless helper friends, I could buy ready-made doors for cabinets.  And I would have an upper cabinet area above the closet door with glass front doors for storing blankets. 

What do you think?  I've googled cabinet style closet and I'm really not finding anything.  This seems the most sane solution to me, and I'd be eager to hear what anyone has to offer on the subject. 

brisket rub mix

The last couple of Phlegmfests, I've made brisket and seeing as there's never been any left over, I offered to make some at Blogorado this year.  FarmMom-- who is one of the finest cooks I know-- calls my brisket delicious, and working with before-and-after beeves, she would know, so I was very pleased when she took me up on the offer.  Sunday evening I rustled up the mix for the rub.  When the brisket is hot and fresh, I don't think it even needs BBQ sauce.  Still, I'll probably make some up a few days before we head out that way in case someone doesn't like their brisket nekkid.  On brisket day, I'll go to the range in the morning then head back to the house about midday to get the meat cooking so it's all ready by the time everyone moseys back from the range.  

I enjoy mixing up the dry ingredients, but I've never done more than one batch at a time, and that always in a bowl, so this was a bit different, just dumping the various ingredients into ziploc baggies.  This stuff looks like a sand painting or something, and there's something wonderful about mixing seasonings in such measures as 1/2 and 1/4 cup volumes when you normally add those ingredients to things in tablespoons and teaspoon measures.   There's a great aspect of enjoying the end product when you have the opportunity to take in the perfume of the seasonings, before they are married to beef.  Of course, there's a goodly bit of onion powder and my nose was running by the time I finished.  It almost seemed a shame to mix it all up and mess up the sand painting effect, but I wanted the flavors getting all cozy together for the next handful of weeks.  After mixing, I released the excess air from the bag to keep the seasonings fresher.

What a pleasure it is to anticipate good times with friends, and to do something ahead that you know will add to the atmosphere of the occasion.  It's not like I'm bringing an exotic weapon or anything, but I'll do my best with a couple of good-sized briskets. I'm excited!

will there be stars - blonde redhead

from Penny Sparkle, a lovely, dreamy record

Sunday, September 02, 2012

Sunday, Puppy Sunday: my girls

Mochi is such a little cupcake and she squoze up on the back of the recliner to be next to Praline.  Praline is recovering from an infection below her right eye that the doctor thinks came from a scrape.  Poor little lassie.
I really expected Mochi and Chuy to be the big buddies and for Mochi and Praline not to get along so well. Turns out, Mochi and Praline are running buddies, and Mochi will occasionally slow down long enough to snuggle up with big brother.  They are quite the threesome, my little furballs.